All My Friends Drink Beer - Craig Campbell

I’m talkin' bout them shirt off their back-home boys and girls

All them blue collar rednecks around the world

With a dog in the cab cooler in the back

Got ice doin' work on a 12 pack

All them small town boys sittin' 35 high

And them blue jean babies that are down ride

That’s the way we was raised up round here

All my friends drink beer

On a Friday night

Stacking them cans, man, Georgia pine high

Raise hell with a dixie cup

If you tip it on back, turn it on up

You can bet your ass, you’re gonna fit right in round here

Cause all my boys drink beer

Goes down pretty good with a country song

Goes down a little better when you’re singing along

So can I get a hey y’all, hell yea, cheers!

All my friends drink beer

On a Friday night

Stacking them cans, man, Georgia pine high

Raise hell with a dixie cup

If you tip it on back, turn it on up

You can bet your ass, you’re gonna fit right in round here

Cause all my friends drink beer

Now I don’t just hang out with anybody

And I’m not sayin', you gotta be somebody

I’m just sayin', you gotta be able to hold on

To a cold one every now and again

Cause all my friends drink beer

On a Friday night

Stacking them cans, man, Georgia pine high

Raise hell with a dixie cup

If you tip it on back, turn it on up

You can bet your ass, you’re gonna fit right in round here

All my friends drink beer

Yeah, all my friends drink beer